"I don't believe that you're a bastard," she said. Moving, she let her legs slid off the bed but she stayed seated, wrapping one arm around her middle.
The other went to run through her hair and she sighed. Maybe he hadn't wanted her after all. Was she really that stupid? She bit her lip and tried to ignore the stinging in the corners of her eyes. She didn't want him to see her cry. He already thought she was delicate enough, now he'd think she was a crybaby.